My sister Julia
manipulated my life into a prison to keep me silent about our dirty
family secret. Her greed made me a slave and circumstance left me with
no way to escape.
Trapped, the only way I could silence the nightmares driving me to insanity was to wrap them in color, hold them with shadow, and stitch them to negative space with line.
But no matter how bright the pigments, no one could see my confession.
Except for Roy Callahan.
I thought he was just another nameless one-night stand in a long line of many.
But I was wrong. Roy could see past the façade of my life and through the veil color over the canvas. He could see what the world couldn’t.
And with him I’d find the courage to tell the truth about the boy.
The boy who kissed me.
The boy who loved me.
The boy whose name I couldn’t remember.
Trapped, the only way I could silence the nightmares driving me to insanity was to wrap them in color, hold them with shadow, and stitch them to negative space with line.
But no matter how bright the pigments, no one could see my confession.
Except for Roy Callahan.
I thought he was just another nameless one-night stand in a long line of many.
But I was wrong. Roy could see past the façade of my life and through the veil color over the canvas. He could see what the world couldn’t.
And with him I’d find the courage to tell the truth about the boy.
The boy who kissed me.
The boy who loved me.
The boy whose name I couldn’t remember.
Wow! I don’t even know where to
start. After reading the My Brother’s Keeper series, I knew Ms. Wilder was a
talented author but Complementary Colors
far exceeded my expectations. I don’t recall the last time I loved and hurt so
much for a character, but thinking about Paris makes me want to cry – tears of
sadness, of pain, of happiness, of frustration, of betrayal, of innocence lost,
and of love. As if that were not enough, Ms. Wilder had to create Roy, the
perfect complement for Paris and a man who I loved just as much as Paris.
Paris is an artist and he defines
the cliché of troubled artist. But we learn rather quickly that he has help in
that achievement in the form of his sister Julia. It is rare for me to feel the
level of hatred for a character that I held for Julia, but that is a sign of
how well-crafted her character is. The two siblings are anchoring points on
opposite ends of the spectrum of love and hate, with their sister Alice falling
somewhere in the middle as I tried to understand how she could show Paris the
compassion she showed him while allowing Julia to do to him what she did. But
it is Roy’s entrance into Paris life that really makes him come alive. That
said, I’m not sure that Roy makes Paris come alive as much as he gives Paris a
reason to live – that human connection. There is no doubt that the sex between
Paris and Roy is hot, but it is more than that because Roy gives Paris
something he has never had before … love. The development of their relationship
amidst the chaos that marked Paris’s life was beautiful to read.
If you are a squeamish reader, you
probably won’t enjoy this book as it deals with some rather harsh subjects,
including mental illness, the physical and emotional abuse of Paris as a child
and as an adult, sexual exploitation, and murder. But, if you have the
fortitude to read books that contain these elements, then I strongly recommend Complementary Colors because ultimately
it is the story of Paris and his fight to find himself. It is a story of
survival. And it is a love story. I will be adding all of Ms. Wilder’s books to
my reading list as four books have clearly demonstrated her talent and I look
forward to reading more of the worlds and characters she creates.
Georgia bred and born, Adrienne Wilder spent most of her
childhood exploring fantastical worlds hidden in her own back yard among tall
grass, and shadowed kudzu tunnels. When she was not dragon hunting, she spent
most of her time, reading, writing, drawing, and digging holes.
Currently Adrienne lives in Dahlonega, GA where she
shares her home with a variety of dogs and one cat. She still spends most of
her time, reading, writing, drawing, and digging holes. Although now she calls
the reading "research," the drawing "artwork", the writing
"books," and the holes "ponds" and "gardens".
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